Dear Marco,
I’m sorry to do this in such an impersonal way, but since you can’t be bothered to talk with me, you’ve left me no choice. It’s over. I don’t want it to be this way, but you simply aren’t the man I thought you were. When we first met, after a rally where I watched you give a stump speech so moving I actually teared up, I fell hard. Seeing you up there, handsome, articulate, passionate…it was more than I could stand. See, I had been searching for someone like you. Someone who spoke my language, the language of liberty. Someone who didn’t seem to simply be saying the words, but who really meant them. And when you spoke of your parents, humble Cuban immigrants who came here with nothing and did the jobs Americans now won’t do, I knew you understood. I knew you had been imbued with the belief that America is great because of it’s freedom, not it’s government. As you spoke of what your parents taught you growing up, that you could lose your country in the (you snapped as you said) BLINK of an eye. I fell. Even against my better judgment. And my past experiences.
See, you weren’t my first. He was a dashing Congressman from across the state who would make forays into his heavily gerrymandered district and stop by and visit my show. He was extremely funny and would do a perfect Bill Clinton impression at the drop of a hat. We shared the same politics and I genuinely liked him. So much so that when the news broke one morning as I was doing my show that he was embroiled in some unsavory scandal involving male underage pages, I used my air time to defend him as the victim of slanderous lies. Right up to the point where he tendered his resignation and slunk out of DC. I was crushed. I had been betrayed by someone I judged incorrectly. His personal failings became my life lesson. A lesson I had learned well. Until I met you.
After that first meeting, I was smitten. So much so that I accepted every opportunity to hear you speak, hoping I wouldn’t see a chink in the armor of my new shining knight. And I didn’t. I emceed fundraisers and walked away from each more impressed than the last. I introduced you at a Tea Party rally and watched you whip the crowd into a frenzy preaching exactly the things that brought the Tea Party to life. I supported you. I urged others to support you. And even as I did, the last thing I said to you was a simple,
“Don’t go to Washington and change. Because if you do, I’ll spend every waking hour taking you down.”
You should have listened. I should have seen it coming. When you turned your back on the Tea Party the first time, I should have been suspicious. But I had my rose colored glasses on. Sure, your voting record is pretty solidly conservative. On some issues, you’re more conservative than I am. But boy howdy did you bungle immigration reform. And I think this has you baffled. I get the impression that your strategy to the White House went something like this: Go to DC and lay low for a couple of years. Begin to raise public profile by giving Republican response to State of the Union. Handle ensuing water flub deftly. Really make waves by solving the unsolvable problem of illegal immigration by taking the lead, gathering bipartisan support and getting the bill passed. Bask in the glory of being a problem solver who helped Republicans take credit for legalization of 11 million Democrat voters. Win the White House. Ta-da!
Except a funny thing happened on the way to the White House. People actually remember the bait and switch of the 1986 amnesty and aren’t inclined to believe Congress will actually DO anything about border enforcement. They are tired of hearing the sob stories of people who ultimately broke the law, whatever the valid reasons for doing so may be. They recognize the myth of conservative Hispanic voters. They are concerned about the cost of welfare for the unskilled immigrants who would not only be here but who would likely bring more unskilled family members here too. And most importantly, they don’t believe any assertions made by politicians whose motives are far from pure. Because not ONE politician I’ve heard has given a compelling reason, other than inconvenient auto accidents and cheap tomatoes, of why this is GOOD for the people who already live and pay taxes here. Why is it good for us? Why Marco, why?
And don’t get me started on Syria. Have we learned nothing from arming rebels in an area of the world where the rebels more often than not turn those very weapons against us eventually? Why in the world would you support aiding the rebels in Syria? In this war weary nation, advocating more intervention in a country where, if all goes as it seems to be headed, a new Islamist state will be formed soon is a losing strategy. And yet, Marco, you say you would’ve already intervened by now if you were President. What then is the standard for intervention? Is it as soon as rebels launch the first grenade? Our modern history is littered with examples of the US of A dipping a toe where it didn’t belong, from the Contras to Somalia. Early intervention has lead to the prolonged slog, and no one can tell which way thing will go at the outset. I am tired of giving weapons to people who then shoot them at us. I remain confused as to why you feel differently.
My friends say I should give you another chance. That I shouldn’t throw you out just because you’ve been acting weird lately. But they didn’t see the man you were then. So they don’t know how much you’ve changed. Sure, your voting record is good. But your new friends are not the kind of people I’d hang around with. And I think they may be trying to use you to get what they want. And if you’re that naive you certainly aren’t for me.
So here we are. Our good times a mere memory, the bloom is off the rose. Of course there could be a reconciliation. But only if you convince me that THIS Marco is just a bad dream. That THAT Marco was the real you. The real you who got temporarily seduced by the big guys in DC. The real you who found your way back. If that happens. Call me. If not, lose my number and I’ll send you back your black t shirt.
With Sadness,
Mandy
Liars, all.
Mandy, let him go. If he had honest core principles, he would never have strayed to begin with.
Marco cheated on us with that whore, the Democrats. There's no coming back from that, Mandy. It truly is over.